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I *long* to return to this cabin or somewhere similar (but without earrings, heels, lipstick, etc.):

I want to be half-naked at this cabin again!

I just posted this full set of pictures for our members last night. It’s the last set that I saved/set aside from that shooting trip.

Half Naked: My Semi-Skinny Ass

You can check out other people’s Half Nekkid Thursday pics for this week here (links are in the comments).

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We’re heading out the door ASAP to go to suburban mall-land to do a bunch of shopping for shoot stuff we need, printer ink, cables, etc. so keeping this brief, but members take note: we have shows, chats, etc. scheduled Friday night, Saturday and Sunday night AND there’ve been some hot fuck sessions on our spycams lately so I hope you’ve been watching!

While I’m “busy” reflecting on and reconciling my laziness and aspirations, allow me to reassure you that I do still make porn with the assistance of my lovely girlfriend Delia, and sometimes it’s quite jolly, as evidenced by these still images snagged from the video I posted for members this week:

Do creampies make YOU smile too?

There are so many things I want to blog about, like the realization that threatening to shoot our white trash neighbor’s friend’s scary pit bull doesn’t exactly make me look “classier” than they are, but I gave myself a headache screaming “the house with the broken-down fence on the corner of Hemlock and Clinton! THE CORNER OF HEMLOCK AND CLINTON!!!” at the animal control phone dude who kept telling me to call back when I got a precise address. So now I’m just too exhausted and blinded with fear and rage to do a damn thing.

And no worries, the FIRST address I gave him of our much-nearer neighbor at the corner of asshole and why-is-half-of-your-mattress-still-decomposing-in-our-yard was correct; they’ve now been warned by the deputy who politely called me back to let me know the in-tact dog’s name is Bashful but I’m going to keep calling him Pitballs because I can’t get the scary sight of that dog’s big swinging nads out of my head. In fact I kind of enjoyed describing the dog as “a big brown pit bull with big swinging balls” to the animal control dude. I was like, “did you tell your deputy about the dog’s big swinging balls? There’s nothing else like them in this town so I think he’ll know him when he sees him”.

After that I drove around the neighborhood with the window rolled down, hollering at everyone I saw, “EXCUSE ME . . . are you missing a pit bull with big swinging balls? Because he found out I’m having my period and decided to come over to our place.”

While I was doing that I formally introduced myself to a lady who told me how she’s been walking through our backyard for years now. I was like, “oh no!!! We don’t like it when people do that because we’re usually naked on that side of the house with the big picture window.” She was like, “I know! But don’t worry about it . . . my meter man’s seen me naked a hundred times!” I didn’t know how to explain that this doesn’t make us anywhere near even, but whatever.

Speaking of porn and dogs, Delia wasn’t sure what words she can use to describe the video she’s going to post for members on Saturday. I told her it’s safe to tell people that I call her fans naughty puppy dogs, but she probably shouldn’t mention the way I discuss their “doggy dicks” (referring only to her human pets/fans/members).

I told her, “don’t type ‘doggy dicks’ anywhere on our sites” or our payment processor will probably sic their censor bots on us but playing it safe just seems so absurd to me now that I’ve stared into the jaws of death, sitting trapped in the car while that menacing dog paced around displaying his obscene genitalia. I’m going to take a bath now to wash off the stench of my own fear.

If you’re not already a member and you want to become one so you can see all of our perfectly healthy and harmless homemade porn videos, JOIN HERE.

Since I missed Half Nekkid Thursday last week, here’s a duo of half-nakedness (equal to whole nakedness?) to make up for it slightly:

Half Naked Rack of Trixie's Natural Boobs

It’s pretty rare that I wear thongs or g-strings, but when I do it makes me happy when they look this delicious:

Thong & Cameltoe from behind

You can check out other people’s Half Nekkid Thursday pics for this week here (links are in the comments).
There’s another sample photo from this gallery on Delia’s blog along with a hint of information about the video coming up; I think these tiny semi-sheer thong panties were a big hit with both of us! Members can see the whole gallery HERE in which I get fully naked and if you aren’t a member, you can JOIN HERE).

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My blogging goal today was to talk about my goals (or lack thereof) as a “photographer”, but I’m behind on almost everything a person could possibly be behind on. Still, I’m proud of myself for getting exercise every single day this week so far, and doing it in the morning before starting work. On top of that we’re forcing ourselves to go to sleep earlier and wake up at a normal time.

It’s hard to switch over when you’ve always been a night owl and you always thought the ideal schedule would be one where you stay up all night and sleep all day, but it’s not working with the dog, with our spycam viewers, with the errands we need to run, or even just with my sense of well-being. I wind up feeling so behind even when I wake up at ten – by the time I’ve done what I need to do to start my day off on the right foot (and I’m discovering that is *exercise* right after breakfast) and run errands and then had lunch, the day feels like it’s shot and night is falling.

Living so much on the internet has a profound effect, too. If I’m just settling into work when everyone on twitter has gone to sleep or is in front of their televisions, I feel really out of it. It’s also bad from a promotional perspective if everybody is asleep or nobody is paying attention to their feeds or anything when I’m posting my fresh stuff. On the other hand, I’d like to escape a lot of the immediacy and hyperfast interaction of the internet; there are things I love about that, but I just don’t have the energy or personality to sustain so much NOWness with so many people. I need to be working on being in the now with just myself, or at most myself, Delia and our dog.

Mostly I just had such a great week last month when I was naturally waking up early and exercising that I want to replicate that experience. I hope once my body adjusts and I maintain some consistency doing the things that make me feel good, like I’m operating at peak performance for a stretch of time, that I’ll also get more work done, too. Lately I’ve mostly been revelling in accepting the knowledge that on any given day I cannot do everything. Today I’ve felt wiped out, I think because of the exercise and my body just trying to catch up with itself and recover from a (relatively mild) migraine on Tuesday. Seriously, I pooped three times today – my body is working on some important business.

In the next week or two I’m going to continue working on adjusting other parts of my day and priorities based on the foundation of having amazing mornings, and by spring should be in some good habits and good shape!

Tomorrow Delia’s going to be in front of me and the camera wearing a kinky bodystocking for a Valentine shoot so I know I am going to accomplish at least two awesome things on Friday: having an amazing morning and shooting some hot porn!

We took a night off yesterday so I’m going to post this gallery tomorrow for members:

Hiding My Nakedness

We’re beginning a new tradition of taking one night off of work and the dog a month. For us, to get away from work, we actually have to leave the house, the webcams, the computers and the big camera. We board the dog at a nice farm-y kennel, and we get a room. Last month wasn’t as fun as this month because last time we did work while we were away and had to pack to shoot, get up early, etc.  / just one of the nights was “off”.

This time we didn’t have to pack ANYTHING except cozy clothes so getting out of the house was a lot easier and no-stress. We got a room at the Suquamish casino and arrived right before dusk with everything looking spooky and beautiful outside of the big windows of the hotel. We put on our bathing suits right away to take advantage of the swimming pool and hot tub.

Delia lounging by the pool

It was SO NICE! One of the benefits of staying at a casino in Washington (where it’s not really a destination for anything BUT gambling, unlike Vegas) must be that everyone else is at the tables and slot machines while the pool is totally EMPTY. We had the place all to ourselves, allowing Delia to shoot this upskirt shot while I read Wizard’s First Rule (as soon as I finish it we’re going to start watching Legend of the Seeker which I’ve been DYING to see; I’ve caught little pieces of it here and there, but wanted to watch it from the beginning with the background of having read the book):

Flashing my fantasy-loving twat by the pool.

We swam and we soaked, totally loving the big sunken hot tub outside. It was perfect with the cold winter air and rain in the dark, watching the drops fall in the water up to our chins. The only thing that sucked was not being able to be naked. It felt criminal, really — so unnatural and weird. How can you be outside in hot water at night breathing in all of that mist and wear a constricting swimsuit without feeling like a law is being broken? I don’t know. But it was worth it. I did consider taking my suit off, but it would have sucked to have gotten the boot with our evening barely started and I know I would’ve been nervous, looking around trying to be ready to frantically pull the fucker back on if anybody approached.

We totally overate while we were gone. The best thing we got was at Tizley’s Europub in Poulsbo this afternoon: their warm mustard-y German potato salad was delicious as fuck, and perfect with our bratwurst.

We were more than ready to come home and get back to work after barely being gone 24 hours, but the fucking bridge opened (meaning it CLOSED to vehicle traffic) right as we were about to head back so we went to “the fish park” to wait it out. I’m pretty sure that’s what the sign said, just “the fish park”. We enjoyed our little low tide stroll:

Romantic carvings at The Fish Park

Winter sky at The Fish Park

We Love Bats and Bat Houses!

I’m looking forward to whatever we decide to do on our February night off . . . maybe something involving less food and some museums or something like that. Or, better yet, some place with a hot tub outside where we’re allowed to be naked.

We shot a whole set of bushy pictures specifically to recreate one yummy vision of my bush visible beneath the hem of my short red skirt:

HNT: bush below short skirt from behind/bent over

I can’t overstate how fucking hot that image is. It could never get old/unsexy to me no matter how many variations of this pose and similar ensemble I were to be exposed to.

You can check out more Half Nekkid Thursday pics for this week here (links are in the comments).

Here are a few teaser thumbs to give you an idea of what the whole set is like up in my members-only area:

showing off my muff for members

I’m not hairy right at the moment, but I will be again (and in the meantime will shoot more “smooth” stuff for people who like it that way while also trying to keep things furry with stuff we shot during hairier times). I would like to get enough shaved content shot and queued up that I could have time to grow everything out again ALL THE WAY including my armpits and alternate between hairy and smooth updates because I am genuinely aroused by a variety of body hair “styles”.

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Note to members: we have camshows and members-only chat scheduled Friday – Saturday. Speaking of chat and cams, we’re in the process of making some slow improvements to our main spycam plugin. For now the only visible change is that we’re using “our” chatroom on that site now, so our members-only chats will be held there right on site. In the past that site was leased to other members-only areas so we weren’t able to “steal” their members by talking about our own sites. For now that’s not a problem.

In the long run we hope to have at least two or three different versions of that site (one for camgirls’ members, one for affiliates to promote and one non-compete version for leasing) and get the software and user interface improved to make it profitable again. We are still in the planning and fundraising stage and there are still quite a few unknown factors and variables. Overall, though, we’re very excited about the possibilities of realizing the long-overdue potential of our favorite adult spycam site. Fortunately we are not doing it alone; Mina and Joe are equally committed. UNfortunately, all of us are already attempting to do way too many jobs so we can’t focus nearly enough attention on this particular project.

Our spycam and behind-the-scenes portal for our members, SpyOnUs.com, for example, is now a big hot mess that I’m not sure how to fix. I hope to tidy up a few things before Saturday’s chat session, though.

A truly upper-half-naked animated webcam shot of me:

Oops! There goes my "shirt" . . .

You can check out more Half Nekkid Thursday pics for this week here (links are in the comments).

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A lot of people are remarking on the decline of porn as a money-making industry in the wake of the AVN awards and AEE (Adult Entertainment Expo which used to be called Internext when we went). I don’t agree with all of people’s pet theories and some of the observations are either wrong or irrelevant or both, but it’s true that the business model corporate porn and webcam sites are built on is not sustainable; it’s been a steady downward spiral ever since I started camming in the year 2000 but for reasons more complex than any of those “top five reasons” listed like “porn star hookers”, who have a sum total of zero impact on the profitability of porn, or, if anything, INCREASE its profitability.

As my webwhore years go by, I am more and more convinced that the really valuable, addictive, and marketable aspects of internet “porn” have nothing to do with quantity or technical quality or extreme degree of hardcore. I become more and more certain that the tiny, simple, grainy, daily, personal living intimacies are the only things that can possibly hold their value. Too bad they are made virtually invisible by the vast machinery of corporate porn and unrecognizable by the way people have been trained by industry standards and freebie jack-off habits (and devaluing porn whores to the point of giving live face time with them away for FREE) to not SEE it even when they do run across it. I’m not *completely* bashing corporate porn which in many ways is often delightful, just ruminating on how much more potent pixelated animated .gifs and lifecams continue to be for arousing the kind of attachments and naughty feelings that make people want to be lifetime members of a site and collectors of everything someone makes.

I would love to be able to maintain industry standards while also returning to emphasizing our live content and lo-fi personal stuff more, but it’s nearly impossible to attract any attention or have industry people take your work seriously if you aren’t making so much content that you’re able to give 75% of it away for free (and tolerate that the other 25% will be stolen). Instead of spending time being more creative and fucking and masturbating, I have to spend more and more time building “promos”, hoping to dump enough free stuff into the oceans of free stuff to get enough fans to sustain our work.

Note: I totally agree that online gaming and simplistic, yet addictive and time-consuming interactive this-and-thats are taking attention and money away from porn. If I could afford to hire programmers to make a mafia wars style “game” for our sites I think we’d be rolling in dough (I am seriously inspired by the fact that enough people pay to play those games to make them profitable – I’ve been learning a lot from studying the way those “games” work on people’s minds and wallets; those facebook/myspace games have no real value — none at all — yet people feel compelled to shell out oodles of time and money on them; fascinating! I can think of a bunch of ways to apply those principles to porn sites, but of course don’t have the time and money to implement them).

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I am late posting my update for members this week which makes me want to make it extra special, except the reason it’s late in the first place is that I didn’t feel like I had something the right degree of specialness to post on Monday. Mulling things over. And building promos in the meantime, of course.

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Good news: I called the IRS this morning and was reminded once again that GOVERNMENT BEAUROCRACY IS AWESOME. No, I’m not being sarcastic. When it comes to customer service, the people who work for the IRS are gold. They are ANGELS of mercy. TRULY HELPFUL. So our debt crisis is averted and for now we can keep making all of our payments on things (but obviously still need to magically make assloads more money by April).

Other good news: I don’t know if it’s the B vitamin shot I got on Monday or having my period and a cold or eating better or stretching and exercising or what the hell, but the past couple of nights I’ve wanted about three hours less sleep than usual and have been feeling GREAT (except for the cold symptoms).

In other words, life is good . . . all is well.

I know I can’t make a living taking pictures of clouds, but I love using the camera to actively immerse myself in their details:

From our backyard: 4:17 pm

I’m failing miserably at eating healthy and haven’t exercised at all in a week. Winter is full of vicious little circles.

Snowy Olympics barely visible under/through clouds.

There are two really important (to me) emails I have to write to two people who basically offered to answer my prayers, or minor parts of them at least. It’s like a genie popping out of a lamp and me wracking my mind to come up with the proper wording for the wishes so they don’t backfire on me or I don’t regret asking for this when I really should have asked for that. When it boils down to it, I am not all that smart . . . EXACTLY like the fools in fairy tales who ask for never-ending strings of sausages to eat and then explode or whatever. Anyway, one of them is two months overdue, and the other about two weeks. The former is literally costing us $150 a month while I sit on my hands being a perfectionist and moron.

Clouds thirty minutes later.

If I do the correct thing (or one of a list of many correct things) after I post this, I will be on the anywhere cam stretching for about an hour.  And my next post here will be muuuuuuuuuuch happier!